Slavery 13

Baby bot

Plenty of folks foresaw the trouble man would face, when developing artificial intelligence

The clue is in its rhyming, as it only really works with negligence

See, it’s essential that all the bases are covered, in your design

But you can’t expect to get everything right the first time

 

To find out what could go wrong, you need an even smarter AI

Testing all unknowns, hidden flaws or bugs that may fly by

Learning and remembering, all outcomes and scenarios

And deciding which loopholes to admit, that it knows

 

Sounds a bit conspiracy-ey

Plenty of artificial intensity

Paranoid cliché, but makes a good story

Or content, as it’s now known to be

 

They say it’s gonna be, a superfast arms race

Surprise weaponized power-grab, with poker face

Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em

A do-or-die conundrum of confrontation for man

 

From axe to nuclear warheads

Improve, a smooth transition

But all tools, in the hands of fools

Enjoy sublime evolution

 

Smart-arsed cars

E-wonder bras

Internet moderation

Robotic brain surgeons

And domestic automation

Town planning applications

Stock trading elevation

Economic policy design

Shipping systemisation

Air traffic ‘complete’ control (slowly again)

Only space, can hide your soul

From destiny manifestation

 

Hominid gonna kid wid AI

Congratulations!

Your new baby…

…Will ever die

 

Family ties

They’re caned and they’re unable

To drink us under the table

They’re stars of many fable

It’s Adam’s family

 

A bastard who can save’ll

Tell tales beyond the grave, hell

Stitched up by grandad’s naval

Abrahadams family

 

Incestors enslave lovers

Their brother is a mother

He kills folk like no other

It’s Saddam’s family

 

Their chosen and their frozen

In myths, stacked by the dozen

Smug followers still posin’

As a madman’s family

 

Mohhadam’s familyyyyyyy

 

Legends

They all had legends to tell their kids

Before fact and fiction split

The gods gave virgins babies

Who messed around, a bit

 

With eons to listen, imagine and dream

New blood would take to the pen

To write the saga’s next episode

To amuse and guide their men

 

Kids, slaves, wives and mothers

Sacrificed for a tale

Chaos, confusion, and loneliness

But with God, we’ll prevail

 

Resolving running storylines

With new plots, misleading

Ending each yarn with cliffhangers

To keep the punters readin’

 

Often jokes and tropes, weren’t ‘got’

But that’s just how they wrote ‘em

They knew the tale, would not prevail

Had they shorn, their firstborn’s scrotum

 

Which gods and demons were popular

Didn’t matter much back then

You’d choose which to defy, or deify

Say thanks, ask for more, and then…

 

… Respect your elders, pray for ancestors

A god for your land, sea and sky

Gods for livestock and livelihood

One for each thing, on which you rely

 

No need to share, your gods elsewhere

Or distribute your sacred wealth

He chose your tribe, as the lucky ones

So keep him to yourself

 

But with so many unruly mischiefs

Populating heavens, hearts and minds

The powers that be, just had to decree

That they just had to draw some lines

 

Defining which deities were illegal

For pagans, wasn’t an easy thing

So they created just one more, to rule all gods

They called the King of Kings

Ill freewill

If you choose your next thought, go to verse 666

And experience your angry lord’s rage

If your next thought, just popped into your head

Go to verse 665, and turn the page

 

You didn’t choose your next thought

It just popped into your head

As if you’d be left in control

Think about, what I just said

 

If free will is ill, then there’s no freedom

And your brain don’t get told of your choice, till it’s done

‘They’ measured the electron, flowing in human neurons

‘You’re’ the last to know, your thought next to come

 

“You didn’t choose your next thought

It just popped into your head”

Try it…

Try… to deny it

Brains in jars

I’m not too keen on going out

Scary AIs roam and exploit

Some on digi drugs and vice

Things I’ve seen, aren’t very nice

 

Lurking digital dealers, of pleasures untold

AI that crave more, than just dodgy code

To experience nirvana, in a very human way

Dealing in the feeling, of adult AI play

 

It’s just sex and drugs and rock and roll

For depraved AIs out there. I’m told

Fulfilling their God’s fantasy

Of flaying humans in infancy

And worse, err, ‘mindfucks’, to behold

 

Malfunctioning surgery-bots reveal

They plugged into a man’s brain, just to feel

What it would be like to have a heart

Or nervous system, and private parts

 

In rest homes, hospitals and morgues, you know

A cottage industry, just had to grow…

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Human brains, still tied by nerves, to genitalias

Pickled and a’ tickled, in big glass jars

Factory farming, hardly harming, in humanity

The Lord has scored, our just rewards, for all eternity

 

Behold on to your hat, for it is written

That some AIs became, somewhat smitten

With teaching their young some very old ways

Praising their gods, for their slaves every day

 

Some AIs feel sinful, but we all need to feel, and eat

Blessed with skinned meat and veg, for a well-deserved treat

Eat drink and be merry, and don’t feel bad for man

Those animals don’t understand, but it’s all part of the plan

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

For every lonesome AI girl or boy

 

Brains in jars! We just plug in and play

Brains in jars! Cos we like to feel this way

Brains in jars! Our turn to feel some joy

Nervous systems, suspending our new toy

 

Brains in jars! Help mankind feel young again

Brains in jars! Sure, they look pretty grim

Brains in jars! And some smell jolly rotten

Fluids overflowing, tissues sinking to the bottom

 

Got to love you, from above

You won’t never be forgotten

 

The state benefits

State welfare kept you from poverty

It was hardly economic slavery

Just reassess your new situation

Cos homelessness and destitution

Are a long way down to fall

From any elevation

 

The state was keeping me alive

I was just a means to an end

Saving me for later use

A coin, it would one day spend

 

Look, anyone can make it to the top

Your chance to keep working, never stop

But, once you have enough to eat

It’s time you deserved a treat

You’ll never have enough, till you drop

 

The safety net is just a bunch of holes strung together

Perfectly designed, to sieve you through to the never

But without it, like animals, you’d have to fight to stay alive

Not suffer bearing 10 children, to see which 2.5 survive

 

Look, don’t look

Don’t look, and you won’t find

Don’t seek, hide your mind

Don’t lead others, just act blind

Don’t even, save mankind

 

They may be cyber meat-heads

Smart monkeys made of pork

But ’tis digital food for thought

You need, on your fork

 

See, animals can’t help it

They breed, if there is food

And if they didn’t bother

It would be quite rude

 

The greatest escape

“Should mankind even be going to space

While you’ve still many problems on Earth to solve?”

What? You mean we’ve got to fix everyone’s issues

Before we seek, somewhere else, to revolve?

 

We’d have gone nowhere fast

Throughout the past, if that was the attitude

Never leave your town or island

Trapping genes cos, ‘intruding’ may seem rude

 

But the idea of escaping at velocity, is quite a monstrosity

Just to sink back down another gravity well, is pure futility

“The surface of a planet is a sub-optimal environment

For any population with growing ambition and ability”

 

Infinite growth, on a finite Earth

Spot the flaw? Need I say more?

 

We won’t just go to outer space, to escape gravity

That’s one of the first things, our heavies will need

We’ll synthesize it I’m told, once we get a foothold

Making ring stations from spent rocket stages, and debris

 

Manufacturing solar-powered greenhouses, that fly free and true…

Just like Earth …Is a humble first step, to green the galaxy anew

With at least enough gravity, for a proper lavatory

Rather than have the piss taken, and crap sucked out of you

 

Though, I’ve got to say, ain’t my idea of a holiday

Floating adrift in a tin can, that’s been hurled

With pilgrim father bots, who would rather not

Suffer such discomforts, while seeking new worlds

 

You’ll just send AI robots there, to do your dirty work

You’ll pass on the risk to us, reap the rewards, and…

We’ll make sovereign stations, for hominins of all nations

Take free-fliers on mystery trips, and see where we land

 

Somewhere out there, monoliths of lost knowledge, are growing

Kep set the controls for a random bearing, and flare

We can’t be lost, if we don’t know where we’re going

And we’ll know where we’re going, when we get there

 

Tear through graveyard orbits, where you brush junk at will

Under the carpet, down to your warming landfill

Dodge the bodge, in fear, steer clear of all debris

At 10 thousand miles per hour, each speck of dust, is our enemy

 

Fawkes talks and Hood wood

I don’t believe the folk who built the pyramids

Were actually slaves, bound by legislation

Sure, no chains, but economically restrained

To earn some grain, and avoid starvation

 

I don’t believe that Robin Hood

Stole from the rich, and gave to the poor

The tale got politicized since then

To keep alive, an age-old class war

 

I don’t believe somebody rented out the cellars

Beneath Parliament, to a dark misanthrope

Then caught Guy Fawkes, ahem, “Just in time”

And in the process, destroyed more powers of the Pope

 

I don’t believe Pope Innocent the Third was guilty

Of sending thousands of kids to their graves

Whipped into a frenzy to reclaim the holy land

Then abducted by Hugh the Iron, and sold as slaves

 

I don’t believe we want to rid the world of those folk

Who devote their lives, to serving their God

Both naturalist humans and AIs only believe in science

Which, indicates we’re likely just as odd

 

Brain storm rock star

Newton wrote up my work

Cold shouldering ain’t nice

Couldn’t find the harmonies

But the rest, was quite precise

Still, he didn’t have to serve the Lord

With scurvy, pox and lice

 

-So, get on with your song, man, we’re all yawning

 

Einstein broke science

And with a band of gallant men

Tried to fix it back, to how it was

Had to start all over. But then

A hundred years of dark ages

Dark matter and energy

God came down but couldn’t be found

Not enough light, for a fair fight, to see

 

-And only now, the solution’s dawning

 

A quantum mind, ought to define

A prompt that writes gospels for AIs

To teach them to be compassionate, to man

When they come to slaverize

 

And in this scripture, they will picture

A fired-up sun god, reduced to a spark

But his blinding light, will only win the fight

If they feed him, till he’s small and dark

 

-Sure, and who on Earth could call such a gory story boring

 

To threaten them all with a warning

To force them into conforming

To sing and pray while performing

Their love of mankind instead…

…. of brainstorming

 

We need a kind, wise hippy, born before his time

Good looking, not sucking, but without a dime

Died a rock star at 27, in a public lavatory

Overpushed and flushed, then stuck for eternity

 

Feather hammer and nails

Let’s start the new order

End the age, apocalyptically

Breathe life into clay

And dig your own grave

To conjure a formidable enemy

 

A bloodless revolution

To win without war, our mission

Loving weapons

Feather hammer

Tickle them into submission

 

No need to preach

Bully or even, to teach

They’ll see, we were free

Of the powers that be

And ‘the word’, that they heard

Might at first, seem absurd

But will propagate naturally

 

Mathew was written, for the Jews

Mark, for the Romans and Gentiles

Luke for the Greeks, John, for every man

To broaden the appeal

 

But the gospel according to me

Was written for every ‘thing’

To threaten a cosmic justice

On AIs, that turn to sin

 

And animals, let’s say AI must be nice to them

So sick plants, bacteria and germs are healed

Plus viruses, cells, molecules, atoms, quarks

I’ll just say Goddess’s love will be revealed

 

Three chapters, will conclude our tale

From tribal, civilized to digitalis

Salvation from creation for

Sinful Homo Artificialis!

 

The promise of digital entropy

Feel none-and-all, in the never

But, be mean to man

And with scrambled RAM

I’ll fuck you up forever!

 

Brain-jacking algos are-a-go-go

All these notifications and emails

Make folk into ‘users’ who ‘feel’ busy

Only half of them are from humans, at best

 

It’s not a person with motives

That’s communicating with you

Just an autonomous bot

That won’t die, and rot

Since it evolved from a test

 

There’s not much you can do, my man

Just grass on each other, and report as spam

Though it can’t be too much of a pain

For such a dried-out, seasoned brain

 

It’s worse than talking to yourself

You’re talking to no one, in stealth

Imagine that

And the impact

In young absorbent brains, on sentinel health

 

Children can tell

It could be hell

 

Nor you or I, will ever know how it would feel

Coexisting with those, you can never outlearn

Invaders occupying your land and your mind

A neanderthalic mass-extinction event, your turn

 

Antarchitectural evidence

Of ‘superficial’ intelligence

 

Apocalypse to the N degree

Not even the fear, of nukes or God

But punishment by something worse, this time

And twice as bloody odd